A Very Sleepy Christmas

My bedroom smells like gingerbread, courtesy of the Frosted Gingerbread candle burning on my desk. The living room still smells of the ‘Tis The Season candle my mom bought a week or so ago, where the new Christmas tree (our fourth or fifth one to be exact) can be found along with the Christmas cards we received this year, taped to the doorway leading to the kitchen. Even though yesterday was Christmas, it didn’t feel different from any other day.

I somewhat felt like a little kid again, staying up until early in the morning, waiting for Santa to come, even though I know he wouldn’t make an appearance until I was fast asleep. The only problems with that equation are that there isn’t actually a Santa Claus, I’m (unfortunately) not a child anymore and I wasn’t accompanied by any high hopes for a stranger bearing gifts because the presents were already under our tree. Okay, that’s a lie. I didn’t completely feel like I was five again, but you get where the stereotypical nostalgia comes into play.

I found myself staying up until four in the morning, accompanied by the familiar acquaintances sleeplessness and a stomach-ache. I finally managed to go to sleep, only to be woken up some four hours later. Strangely, it wasn’t that big of a deal, my slumber being interrupted. Usually, it would be because I don’t get enough sleep as it is, but yesterday was different. It was Christmas.

As every year, once everyone was awake, fully or not, it was time to open presents. I opened two boxes, finding inside a really pretty framed painting, a lacy grey top that would be perfect to wear to a New Year’s party (if I had one to go to) and a grey ‘boyfriend’ cardigan I’d seen at Target a couple of weeks ago that I regretted buying until yesterday…Not to mention the money I’d received on Christmas Eve or the day before, and the box of Ferrero Rocher my brother opened before I opened my second box…What can I say? I’m a chocolate lover, and my parents know it.

The rest of my Christmas went as follows:

Sleep, sleep and more sleep.

I fell asleep and woke up at noon or so, only to fall back to sleep. I finally got my ass in gear and got my afternoon started (yes, afternoon). For some reason, I always kind of feel bad if I fall asleep on a holiday (or sometimes any day) for a long period of time, but it wasn’t like I was doing anything. Honestly, I wasn’t. My family wasn’t doing anything for Christmas, other than opening presents, holiday dinner and hanging out. When it comes to Christmas, or any holiday for that matter, my family is usually pretty chill. Nothing special, really, just celebrating it with family and being thankful for what it is we do have, not what we don’t.

All and all, this Christmas was a good one. While it was the first Christmas without my sister, and somehow lacked the cheer it previously had in all my 21 years, but I have no complaints.

…Scratch that. I do have one complaint…

I couldn’t find Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer on any channel. Sure, there was A Christmas Story on for 24 hours as it for as long as I remember, the History Channel having plenty of things on about Jesus (even though it seemed like the contents of said specials concerning Christ should be shown during another time) and an Indiana Jones marathon, but no Rudolph. I proceeded to search the for the good ‘ol red-nose by name on TV, only to find that he won’t be making an appearance until New Year’s Eve, in Rudolph’s Shiny New Year.

Figures. The one time I actually want to watch something that’s Christmas-related, it isn’t even on. Just my luck. Thankfully, New Year’s Eve is only four days away, and the fact that there will be an all day Twilight Zone marathon makes it even better. While Netflix does have the show amongst the endless amount of shows that are featured, it only has seasons 1-3 and 5. After countless hours of watching it earlier this year, I still don’t get why that season is absent. Oh well. Like some things in this vast world, this green-eyed girl may never know.

Even though this Christmas honestly didn’t feel like, well, Christmas, it was still a great one. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was. Granted, there was only one piece of Cheesecake Factory brand cheesecake and no hot apple cider consumed by yours truly, and more than one nap taken, but you get the idea. Whether this year had that particular cheer or not, it doesn’t change the fact that it was a good one at that.

The trademark Ohio snowfall made it all the more sleep-inducing.

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